Exotic Battlefield: I Can Activate Dual Talents Chapter 116 - 110, Humans’ Ninth Titled King! (Part 3) 4000

"COUGH, COUGH. If there’s a next life, and I beco a woman... I’ll marry you. If I beco a man, I... I’ll kowtow and beco your sworn brother. How... how’s that... COUGH, COUGH."

"Alright, alright! Can you just shut it for a mont?"

"We’ve been leading them in circles for half a month. How co the people from the Exotic Beast Investigation Departnt still haven’t noticed anything unusual?"

Mr. Song joked, "Hah, don’t tell my, Mr. Song’s, lifelong fa is going to end here?" He then pulled Black Hawk along, quickening their pace.

"Mr. Song, just put down... Your damn arm is making my ribs ache! When you get back, eat more at. Don’t be like you are now, skinny as a skeleton."

"Don’t talk. The Eagle Feather Tribe mbers are here. I can sense them."

"You run! If you get away, at least the intelligence can be sent out. Don’t let us both die here."

"Exotic Beast Investigation Departnt... COUGH, COUGH... First rule: intelligence above all else."

"Go, Mr. Song."

"Next year, on this day, just get so good wine to drink. I... I want to drink Federal Dream Blue."

Black Hawk haltingly laid out his last wishes. Mr. Song desperately wanted to take him along.

But when he looked back, he saw the patrolling feather hawk alien race mbers flying in the distant sky.

He gritted his teeth.

"Black Hawk, you’d better just suffocate and die! My subsidy isn’t enough to buy Federal Dream Blue. If you really want to drink it, go ask the group leader for it!"

"I’m going!" Mr. Song declared, and without waiting for Black Hawk’s reply, he vanished into the mountain forest in a few flashes.

Black Hawk watched Mr. Song’s receding figure and grimaced.

It doesn’t matter if I die.

As long as the intelligence makes it back.

After a long while, RUSTLE. RUSTLE.

Figures from the Eagle Feather Tribe, each over two ters tall, approached Black Hawk.

"Human, where is the companion who was with you?"

"He... he went to find our Human Race Masters. You... COUGH, COUGH... just wait a mont. They’ll be here soon."

Black Hawk looked at the Eagle Feather Tribe mbers before him, his eyes full of mockery.

"Don’t worry. Our Human Race Masters have slain countless mbers of the Alien Races. You... you won’t feel the slightest pain."

"Human, you’re courting death!" the leading Eagle Feather Tribe mber snarled, his face grim.

The mission failed this ti. He would face considerable rebuke upon returning. Although it’s said that Black Hawk and Mr. Song were let go by that Big Shot, who would dare question that Big Shot?

"I..."

Just as Black Hawk was about to speak, he suddenly froze. A deafening voice thundered in his ears.

"I, Zhao Lei of the Human Federation, have today broken through the Level 9 Shackles and entered the Titled Realm! For the rest of my life, I vow to dedicate myself, body and soul, to serving the Hundreds of Billions of People of the Federation, until my dying day!"

Black Hawk was stunned.

The Human Race... has its Ninth Sealed King?

He looked at the ferocious Eagle Feather Tribe mbers before him, and a smile spread across his face.

How could the birth of the Human Race’s Ninth Sealed King not be celebrated? Today, I, Black Hawk, shall offer congratulations for the Titled King powerhouse Zhao Lei! For the Human Federation! And for the many exotic beasts and Alien Race Groups on this Exotic Battlefield!

"Congratulations!"

A brilliant firework blossod in the mountain forest.

Mr. Song, already more than ten kiloters away, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Feather hawk alien race, just you wait. Grandpa will definitely be back!

「At that very mont.」

Throughout the Federation, regardless of status, strength, or occupation, everyone heard Zhao Lei’s voice. Celebrations of all kinds erupted across Human territories, heralding the birth of the Ninth Sealed King.

「Saturn.」

Green City, in the abandoned basketball court behind Lishui Bay Community.

Bai Jingwei applauded gently. Cen Xian applauded. Zhuge Li applauded. Lu Lin applauded. Xiao Yan Xiao Li applauded. The many Star Core Warriors who had rushed over also applauded.

Thousands of residents in the Lishui Bay Community, who had witnessed this mont firsthand, all applauded in unison.

In Green City—on the streets, in parks, in bars, at the airport, in the High-Speed Train Station Waiting Hall—even sanitation workers sweeping the roads, all applauded simultaneously.

Lu Lin smiled.

He had read in textbooks and extracurricular books, and seen videos, about the stories of the Federation’s previous eight Star Core Warriors who were promoted to be Titled Kings.

But he felt that none of those accounts had ever made his blood boil with such excitent as this one.

To Zhao Lei—Cheers!

To the Human Race—Cheers!

To the future—Cheers!